The S.F.C.

[Intro: Gigolo]
Gigolo nigga loungin' in the studio, with my boy JT The Bigga Figga, D-Moe, Young Seff and the RBL Posse, with my young baby boy San Quinn
And we finna let 'em know like

[Bridge]
We gonna, we gonna do a song, that you never heard before
Goes a little somethin' like this
We gonna do a song

[Chorus]
Frisco niggas ain't no punks
We got sess
And if you ain't packin' then don't say shit
Frisco niggas ain't no punks
We got sess
And if you ain't packin' then don't say shit

[Verse 1: Seff Tha Gaffla]
The 415, the main attraction
Frisco, a place for action
Cars comin' through, without the brains
Whitewalls, Vogues and gold Dana Danes
Won't be complete, without the beat
Two 18s, soundin' way too sweet
Hit the block, playing Keep A Bitch Broke
Where's the indo? It's time to smoke
Man, I'll sick up all you hoes
Suck my dick and lick my toes
Say what's up to Dana, say to hell with me
He owns the Vogues, I hold the key
I drive the car and he rolls the wheels
Cougars, 'stangs and punked out 'villes
Especially young niggas growin' up in the hood
Especially when a young nigga's up to no good
A con man a gaffler, out to get rich
Bust a nut off money, who needs a bitch?
See Frisco's my home, I'll never switch
Out to get rich, pimpin' your bitch
Seven days a week from Page to OC
Sellin' that pussy for an itty-bitty fee
Can't sit down, because that ass is soaked
Fuckin' with Seff, a gangsta from Frisco
That's lettin' niggas know about the bass in the trunk
'Cause Frisco niggas ain't no punks

[Verse 2: Black-C]
I'm a mothafuckin' moneymaker, smokin' dank and pimpin' bitches all day
Black Chris from the SF to the C
And for you bitches that are hangin' from my bozak
Young bitch, it's the Frisco payback
And to you marks, that's all poppin' Frisco
It's like this, you better make a wish bro
No mistakin' it's the mothafuckin' money maker
And your mothafuckin' life is what a nigga takin'
Try to perpetrate and rush [?] to my side
You'll catch a Frisco left to your right eye
I'm not a gang banger but I claim a set though
Harbor Road, the place I get my cash flow
Young niggas in Frisco on a ride
RBL, YBG, and we on high
Pimp a bitch for a minute, then we gotta quit it
'Cause the niggas in Frisco just wanna hit it
But don't trip, I left your ass heartbroken
At least I left you with the dank and your ass chokin'
A young nigga in Frisco named Black
Fuck a nigga bitch, now I gotta grab my gat
Nine double-m slugs to his fuckin' head
Now he sittin' there dressed up in fucking red
And the mark is now body-bagged in the trunk
He got the picture, us niggas ain't punks

[Chorus]
Frisco niggas ain't no punks
We got sess
And if you ain't packin' then don't say shit
Frisco niggas ain't no punks
We got sess
And if you ain't packin' then don't say shit

[Verse 3: D-Moe Tha Youngsta]
A million gang bangers in my mothafuckin' city
Shiestin'-ass hoes on the nutsack, shitty
Why oh why, did I smoke the fool
Choked his bitch, then broke the fool
All some problems for the YBG
Nigga cocked the Glock, then clocked the Gs
'Cause man o' man, it ain't nothin' in Frisco
For ki's and Gs, you know and late-night turf hoes
On the Vogues come through for a baller
Nigga pushin' shit, flowin' like water
Some go up and some go broke
Some lay low, yeah and some get smoked
But I stack shit, 'cause you know I'm rappin'
D dash Moe, and I'm 'bout to go platinum
And it just don't stop, to the tip-toe top
Slingin' dope shit, like a nigga slingin' rock
RBL, came through and dropped it
Me and JT came tight and popped it
Seff lay low, loungin' with a hoe
Jacked her for her shit, twenty Gs and more
Some say peace and some say funk
But I bang twice and then I pop that trunk
Punks are gettin' chumped, stomped, and funked
Might catch some lead and get thrown in the trunk
Come to the Moe, stay on pump
D-Moe Tha Youngsta, I ain't no punk

[Chorus]
Frisco niggas ain't no punks
We got sess
And if you ain't packin' then don't say shit
Frisco niggas ain't no punks
We got sess
And if you ain't packin' then don't say shit

[Verse 4: Mr. Cee]
Niggas always puttin' too much on us
Sayin' they the hardest place in California
But we got more than cable cars and baths
Like hard head niggas in drop-top rags
Dirty ass bitches out for the gankin'
Young baller players goes out on Mustangs
That's how it is in the [?]
You better be from over there, 'cause you ain't down with me
And since you ain't with me, then your ass gotta go
'Fore your ass get got or straight [?] the ho
And if you didn't hear me better stop and listen
'Cause past Candlestick is when your ass starts slippin'
All the way to the mothafuckin' Moe
In other words, if you not from here, then your ass gotta go
So keep the Glock straight cocked in the trunk for the funk
'Cause Frisco niggas ain't no punks

[Chorus]
Frisco niggas ain't no punks
We got sess
And if you ain't packin' then don't say shit
Frisco niggas ain't no punks
We got sess
And if you ain't packin' then don't say shit

[Verse 5: San Quinn]
San Quinn is a psycho on the mothafuckin' warpath
Gang bangin', crack slangin', leavin' bustas in the body bag
As I stomp through Frisco, left hand on my pistol
Dank in the right hand, fuck the Cisco
And see a gang a niggas, speakin' on real shit
Drop top [?], Benzes on chrome kits
Hoes switchin' that ass, just to get a piece
Of the baller type nigga, livin' in the Frisco streets
Kilos, ounces, pullin' all-nighters
From Fillmore to Hunter's Point, nothin' but fighters
Riches, snitches, and a nigga like myself
A hustler, a grinder on the verge of wealth
Only fourteen but the dirt has been done
Since the tender age of twelve, I packed a fuckin' gun
[?] can be twisted in the city of lies and gankas
Drop Cougars droppin' shooters and gangstas
Game is caught and sucked into the brain
I lived in Fillmore all my life ain't a damn thing changed
If a nigga wanna be from [?]
If you want to get down and dirty, Frisco got scandalous
'Cause when you're raised in hell you're like a devil
Shut off at sea level, run the shit like a rebel
My nigga Gigolo made the beat and slammed it
Pass the mic, dissed a fag and a dyke, 'cause I demand it
Yes [?] in the '90
Smokin' dank, puffin' powder, fuckin' all the fine hoes
Frisco niggas, couldn't be punks
Gats in the lap, sometimes in the trunk
San Quinn runnin' game called reality
I never been to the pen, but got the mentalities
These punks out here man, they can't handle me
Comin' up real in my mothafuckin' city

[Chorus]
Frisco niggas ain't no punks
We got sess
And if you ain't packin' then don't say shit
Frisco niggas ain't no punks
We got sess
And if you ain't packin' then don't say shit

[Verse 6: JT The Bigga Figga]
West coast lifestyle, playas in the game
Niggas just chillin', ain't nothin' change
Move it up, move it down, move it over
Puttin' in work, goddamn I shoulda told ya
For the 9-2, niggas gotta come through
The YBG and the RBL crew
On a nonstop basis, suckers can't fade this
Listen to the beat, Gigolo made this
My nigga D-Moe and my homie Black Chris
Mr. Cee, I'm finna floss so check it out trick
Each verse, each song, each track made
Then you know that the Bigga Figga gettin' paid
'Cause niggas always talkin' about Frisco
What's up with them niggas at the Get Low
Well I'ma tell you niggas poppin' that shit
With the rhyme and the game and it's all on hit
And then you say really though?
It was mixed and recorded at New Balance Studios
So what's up to the big S-F-C
And the niggas that was down with JT
And the RBL clique
And all you groupie motherfuckas just stay on the tip
And you might wanna fight
'Cause the flow's so smooth and this shit's so tight
But back to the niggas in Frisco
All the way to H-P to Fillmore
Through the cuts, through the strip of the backroad
Where the niggas burn the rubber off a fat Vogue
In the swamp where my cousin got the dank
In the L where they make all the bank
In the View where the niggas get merciless
Straight game but y'all never heard of this
Like my boy, Seff, says "straight servin' this"
I'm doing damage and it's permanent
So all you hoes just give up the rump
'Cause Frisco niggas ain't no punks

[Bridge]
Just might serve they monkey asses again
Just might serve they monkey asses again

[Chorus]
Frisco niggas ain't no punks
We got sess
And if you ain't packin' then don't say shit
Frisco niggas ain't no punks
We got sess
And if you ain't packin' then don't say shit

[Outro: Gigolo & JT The Bigga Figga]
So now you know, just a little taste of the Frisco life
I'd like to stay one love to the Bigga Figga nigga and it's the Gigolo, and I'm 4-1-5 thousand
Yeah, you know what I'm sayin', it's the JT nigga
I know niggas don't understand how us Fillmore niggas and us H-P niggas got together to do this shit
But you know, that's what time it is, we got to get our money on, and we outta here